That pure gold pen was considered a "gift" to me! The little leader was very happy. Regardless of whether Chen Cao understood or not, he smiled and chattered enthusiastically with Chen Cao along the way.
Chen Cao, on the other hand, just smiled and nodded, showing an unconcerned look, but his eyes followed the searchlights everywhere to observe the sentries, troop strength and weapon deployment along the way, and noted them down one by one.
heart.
After walking not far, we saw a mountain stronghold, which was bustling with people, cheers and gunshots could be heard from time to time, and it was a mess.
Hearing the gunfire, Chen Cao deliberately showed a look of fear on his face.
When the bearded leader who was walking beside him saw Chen Cao's timid appearance, he laughed even more, patted Chen Cao on the shoulder to express that it was okay, and then took the lead to walk inside to show his sincerity.
At this time, it was a typical desert-type cottage, with snow-white tents everywhere, and at the same time, it was a typical bandit-type cottage, with the smell of gunpowder, tobacco and alcohol, and the smell of roasted mutton everywhere.
Everyone was holding a gun in one hand and a wine glass in the other. They drank whenever they saw anyone, and everyone got drunk.
The leader gestured to Chen Cao where to wait, and he quickly walked into a huge tent in the north.
Chen Cao looked in the direction where the leader was walking. There was a heavily guarded white tent that looked like the command post of the jihadist organization. Compared with the drunken organization soldiers outside, these guards standing at the command post
Everyone treated them sternly and looked intently, but Chen Cao felt that compared to these people, he felt pity for the ordinary soldiers who were drinking, eating and carousing outside. Once a war broke out, they would be like cannon fodder.
The bearded little leader only went in for a few minutes and then ran out quickly, followed by a short, fat man with yellow skin, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a potbellied man who walked three times. After taking a few steps, he was out of breath.
, it seems that the kidney function is not very good.
The little leader almost ran over, and while giving Chen Cao a warm hug again and again, he took out gauze, apologized, and bandaged Chen Cao's injured head, then pulled the fat man over and murmured
One pass.
The fat man wiped the sweat from his face and said in Gabonese Mandarin: "This is Chief Stani. He asked what your name is?"
"It turns out to be a translator!" Chen Cao narrowed his eyes. Linguistics was also part of his training. Naturally, the language of that small East Asian country was no longer mentioned. He introduced himself in the authentic Gabonese language and expressed this
He came here for the first time in the hope of cooperating with the leader of the Jihadist organization, Sebastian, and at the same time expressed his "father" Kenryo Matsumoto's admiration for the God of the Jihadist Alliance, Alfred.
The fat man began to open his mouth, shaking his over-nourished mouth and began to translate simultaneously.
Stannie listened, laughed heartily, and finally shouted "Ula, Ula" continuously, then pulled up Chen Cao's sleeve and dragged him to the command post.
Chen Cao still maintained a warm smile on his face, but deep down in his heart, there was a slight worry. He didn't know whether the intelligence was accurate. The leader of the jihadist organization had direct contact with Matsumoto Shuhito. If that person met
As soon as his big leader came back, everything was revealed.
In order to protect himself, Chen Cao took out another gold coin and secretly put it into Stannie's hand while leaving.
Stannie felt something strange in his hands, but when he looked at it, he laughed even harder and screamed Ula-Ula even harder!
Walking to the tent, two jihadist guards blocked the way.
"They are going to search you!" the fat man explained while wiping the sweat from his face.
Chen Cao stretched out his arms, showing extreme calmness and sincerity, and allowed the two guards to touch his whole body.
However, I originally thought that the two guards would be interested in the US dollars, gold coins and other valuables they carried with them, but they just took them out, looked at them lightly, and put them back.
"This is a bit difficult to deal with!" Chen Cao thought.
The body search passed very smoothly, and a strange smile appeared on Chen Cao's face. When Chen Cao saw the things the guard turned out, he smiled even happier, and almost didn't close his mouth, as if these things had become...
his.
Lifting the curtain, in front of the table, a man was holding a magnifying glass. He was shining something on the map on the table. Chen Cao turned his eyes and looked around. He saw that he was breathing calmly and leaning in front of the desk. From time to time, he put down the magnifying glass and used a pencil.
Drawing with a compass, if he hadn't been wearing a desert wide-sleeved robe and changed into camouflage uniform, with this calm aura and just a glance at the work on the map, I judged that he must be an outstanding commander
.
But thankfully, according to his own information, this leader is not their big leader.
Stannie walked over, made a fist with his hand, put it on his chest, and showed that he was talking to the middle-aged man, and pointed towards Chen Cao from time to time. Stannie also rushed over,
Chen Cao rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoo of the red burning sun on his arm.
The commander raised his head and saw that he was tall, with a stern expression and sharp angles on his face, but his nose had been cut off by something. Otherwise, he would be considered a handsome man in this desert country.
Holding a magnifying glass in his hand, he walked over and muttered to Chen Cao. The interpreter immediately explained: "Are you Matsumoto Shuhito, the son of the Sun God?"
Chen Cao nodded unquestioningly, still keeping a smile on his face.
After hearing this, the commander's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a small sharp blade appeared in his hand. He lifted Chen Cao's arm and made a splash around the fiery red sun.
Chen Cao did not resist. He knew what the commander was going to do, and he was confident about it.
Seeing that Chen Cao had no resistance and was smiling, the commander's eyes softened slightly, but the sharp blade in his hand did not stop. Instead, it flipped more neatly between Chen Cao's arms and the sun tattoo, as if
Looking for something.
Chen Cao kept smiling all the time, without even blinking.
In just a few seconds, the commander used a sharp blade to pick out an object the size of a button battery that still contained scraps of meat.
The commander's serious face was filled with joy. As he smiled, his face, which had no nose, began to distort. Under the light of the tent, he looked quite terrifying.
The commander turned around and took out a small camouflage-colored strip from the table. This strip had a small groove on it, and it was just right to put the button battery-like thing on it.
The commander waved his hand and said under the fat self-translation: "Mr. Matsumoto, I'm really sorry. Please forgive our rudeness. Someone, come and bandage Mr. Matsumoto!"
While the commander was speaking, two men in white clothes walked in, both holding trays in their hands. On the tray in one hand was medical equipment, gauze and other items, and on the tray in the other hand was a cup of white.
object.
Chen Cao knew that according to local customs, the guests were divided into three classes. The average guests drank sake, the second-class guests drank wine brewed with insects, and the highest-class guests drank goat's milk wine, which they thought was sucked by God.
This is goat milk wine! Chen Cao smiled, picked up the bowl that was as big as two palms and 5 centimeters high and drank it in one gulp.
"Okay, Mr. Matsumoto is indeed the son of the Sun God. His courage is commendable!" Facing Chen Cao's heroic spirit, the commander was extremely impressed. He placed the sharp blade on the table, stroking his palms and smiled, and then began to introduce himself: "My name is Fu
Rederica is the second-ranking commander of this base."
The doctor took out a bottle of medicine and asked Chen Cao if he was anesthetized. Chen Cao smiled and shook his head and said: "I have long admired the name Frederica. In the Battle of Titusion, Commander Frederica once led
A company of troops, using superb roundabout tactics, can chase down an integrated division of a former superpower like Kokola with nowhere to escape. The commander is the real warrior under the Sun God!"
"Haha, this is the courage given to me by the true god of the sun!" Commander Frederica heard Chen Cao's praise of his glorious history, and immediately became happy and shouted: "Here comes the wine!"
Commander Frederica said: "Mr. Matsumoto, although the true god we believe in is the same sun god, our beliefs and understandings are different. The true god we believe in teaches our warriors courage, strength and not being afraid of death. I don't know Matsumoto.
What does the true God that sir believe in say to your believers?" After saying that, Frederica had a sly smile on her face.
At this time, the medical officer had already bandaged Chen Cao. When Chen Cao heard what the ** commander said, he thought to himself: "This guy is clearly just trying to create problems for me. He demeans himself by saying that his true god is better."
, saying that the true God you believe in is disrespectful to him, well, if you make things difficult for me in every possible way, I will tell you to shut up!"
Thinking of this, Chen Cao picked up the wine on the tray and drank it in his mouth. As the wine hit his head, Chen Cao pulled out a scimitar from his waist and said: "Our
The True Sun God teaches our warriors not only that they are not afraid of death, but also that if they want to gain the light of the Sun God of freedom, they must forget everything!"
After saying that, Chen Cao cut his arm with a knife. Where the sharp blade slipped, blood flowed like a profuse stream!
The yellow-skinned fat translator’s eyes were straight.
Chen Cao shouted again: "Forget the pain!" and made a second cut on his arm.
At this time, the fat translator had forgotten to translate, and the ** opened his mouth.
Chen Cao saw the expressions of everyone in the tent. Facing the deep bone scars on his arms, there was no look of pain on his face. He continued to make another cut and continued: "We must treat it with the attitude of dying with the evil ghost."
Every battle is because our blood will not be shed in vain. We are using the blood of battle to worship our true God. After we die, we will receive the light of freedom and go to the eternal kingdom."
After Chen Cao finished speaking, he threw the bloody scimitar to Stannie. He still kept a smile on his face and looked at Frederica and said, "I don't know, can your holy warriors do it?"